The Finch First Reader, Book 1

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Ginn & Company, 1900 - Readers (Elementary) - 145 pages
 

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Page 127 - Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wines are stronger. So she rests a little longer Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 30 - They are only one times one. 0 moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low; You were bright ! ah, bright ! but your light is failing — You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face?
Page 6 - Decedents," and to repeal said original sections, -and to repeal sections one (1), two (2), three (3), four (4), five (5), six (6), seven (7), eight...
Page 119 - They'll come again to the apple tree Robin and all the rest When the orchard branches are fair to see, In the snow of the blossoms dressed; And the prettiest thing in the world will be The building of the nest.
Page 38 - OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.
Page 91 - Ah March ! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets ! APRIL.
Page 3 - KNOW the lands are lit With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod ; And everywhere the Purple Asters nod And bend and wave and flit.
Page 52 - At Christmas play, and make good cheer. For Christmas comes but once a year.
Page 137 - MARJORIE hides in the deep, sweet grass; Purple its tops bend over ; Softly and warmly the breezes pass, And bring her the scent of the clover. Butterflies flit, and the banded bee Booms in the air above her ; Green and golden lady-bugs three Marjorie's nest discover. Up to the top of the grass so tall Creep they, while Marjorie gazes ; Blows the wind suddenly — down they fall Into the disks of the daisies ! Brown-eyed Marjorie ! Who, do you think, Sings in the sun so loudly ? Marjorie smiles....

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